You May Need Mace In This Place

YOU MAY NEED MACE IN THIS PLACE It’s the hill over there It’s the arid desert here Sweating in both places And I’ve run out of friendly faces There’s a mountain over there I cannot climb Although I’ve got plenty of empty time And what if, at the apex it’s just like the other places, Because I’ve run out of friendly faces? There’s a river wide and rapid While I remain not vane but vapid Some people enjoy things like holding three aces But as for me I’ve run out of friendly faces There’s a castle over there I cannot enter I’d die before I ever reached the epicenter The universe has certainly put me through my paces And s**t, why I can’t I become one of those friendly fu**ing faces? © 2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~